Page 34 of Black Heart

Oh, she was fucking good. There was no doubt in his mind that she could feel just how much he liked having her on his lap.

Fine.

Game on.

“Oh, that…that’s just not right. I don’t want to see this,” Shayne said with a mock shudder. With that, he popped out of the room. Good riddance, Tristan thought as he tightened his hold around Marty as he adjusted her on his lap and-

Was that a moan?

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For the next twenty minutes,they worked in silence, skimming files and stacking them in order. Tristan seemed relaxed while Marty sat there, trying not to panic. Over twenty minutes and the damn thing beneath her wouldn’t stop poking her!

“Can I ask you a question?” Tristan asked, caressing her neck with his warm breath.

“Sure,” Marty said in a bored tone even as she struggled against the overwhelming urge to move.

“Why are you dressed up today?” he asked, his lips teasing her ear and leaving her struggling to remember how to breathe.

“I’m not dressed any differently than normal,” Marty lied because the last thing that she wanted to admit was that she did this for him, mostly because she refused to admit just how pathetic she truly was.

The hand on her stomach gently caressed her skin through her blouse as he ran two fingers from his other hand over the almost nonexistent sleeve on her arm. “Yes, you are.”

“I have a date after work and I didn’t think that I’d have time to run home and change,” Marty admitted even as she bit back a sigh.

She really didn’t want to go on this date.

She felt him go completely still against her. The hand on her stomach tightened almost possessively. “Oh? And who do you have a date with?” Tristan asked, sounding bored.

“No one you know,” Marty said, shrugging it off as she tried to focus back on the file in front of her.

“Try me. I know a lot of people,” Tristan drawled as the hand on her stomach started moving again.

“It’s just some guy I met the other night.”

“Does this guy have a name?” Tristan asked as that hand on her stomach slowly moved.

“Roger.”

“Roger, what?” Tristan murmured softly as his lips brushed her ear again and-

“Roger Arnold,” Marty found herself admitting as she sat there, struggling not to moan.

“You got all dressed up to go out with Roger Arnold?” Tristan asked, chuckling darkly.

No, it was for Tristan, but she’d used the date as an excuse to dress up for work today. “Yes,” Marty said, grabbing onto the desk while she struggled to focus as his hand continued moving, making it difficult to think straight.

“You must really like him to dress up like this,” Tristan said, his tone cold. “Do you like him, Marty?”

“I think we should just focus on work. This is too personal,” she said, moving to climb off his lap only to have his arm tighten around her, keeping her where he was.

“How is it too personal for two old friends to chat? Or even for two co-workers who share an office to discuss their plans for the evening?” His tone was cold, sending shivers down her spine. This wasn’t going to end well for her. For some strange reason, she felt as though she’d finally pushed him too far.

When she didn’t answer, he continued. “So, you don’t feel like talking?”

She shook her head.

“Then, can I ask a question?” Tristan asked softly, his warm breath teasing the side of her neck.

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